The morning after the… vigorous training session with his maids, and the subsequent briefing with his leading ladies, Alaric found himself in the Steele Family's expansive library.
Not personally studying, of course. He already knew most of what these shelves contained.
He was observing.
Kara and Ulriya sat at separate, large tables, surrounded by stacks of books. Their concentration was absolute, fierce even. The lingering aches from the previous night were likely overshadowed by the overwhelming novelty of the power thrumming within them and the direct command from their Master.
'Grand Mages studying basic cantrips,' Alaric mused, leaning against a bookshelf, hidden partly by shadows. 'A paradox. But necessary. Raw power without control is just a bigger explosion waiting to happen.'
